Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1966 sleep well

Corneille's investigation did not continue for two main reasons.

One, there is no body, which is an important evidence to identify a murder case or a disappearance case, and this is why Georgiana went to the cemetery to check the tombstones.

In that era when the news was not informed, many people who thought they were dead would suddenly appear, and in a port city like Rouen, someone might suddenly board a passing ship at any time, and then set off to any place in the world. a corner.

Second, after the harpies, "Whistling Jack" appeared again. He may be a combination of the Pied Piper and the black wizard Jack wandering around Bavaria.

This wizard is a bit like a legend. No one knows his real name, so he is called "Jack".

At the time Louis XIV was too busy with his Versailles and conquest of Holland to care what happened in Rouen, far from Paris.

Not only handicrafts and teachers formed guilds, but also booksellers. In the 17th century, the French book publishing industry was not in the hands of the church.

Louis XIV was a very centralized monarch. He licensed the power of book publishing to publishers who were loyal to him.

Experts are the most familiar with the way. These booksellers got the prints, and they knew where the ink was produced at a glance. The Rouen guards imprisoned those shops that sold that ink, and then the prints disappeared. , this matter is left alone.

At that time, there was no census, and there was no such thing as an ID card. The dead had names and occupations, but they were almost all independent craftsmen or shopkeepers, with little social relationship. If it weren't for the fact that Gao Naiyi was the lawyer in charge of the Wang family's Shuize Forest, he would not have investigated this matter, and would have treated it as a story told by children like everyone else.

He didn't talk about it in his later life, and hid the investigation records in the alcove.

Georgiana didn't expect that today would turn out like this. She originally wanted to visit the University of Rouen and the furniture factory of Luck's family in the afternoon.

The benevolence of a woman is really bad, but she really can't do anything to that woman named Maria.

The so-called "going back" did not really go back to Rouen, but went to a nearby town called Montigny.

The village was in the timber business, and the trees were felled and turned into farmland and wineries.

This can be regarded as an obsession among Europeans. Anyway, a vineyard is called a landlord, just as the British think that a house without a lawn can only be called an apartment. Although Brittany is famous for its cider, the family of the richest man in the town, Renard, where they stayed, planted a small plot of grapes, just like potted plants in the garden, just for decoration.

He doesn't live in this house often, the housekeeper and his wife are in the town, and they clean it occasionally. But Bonaparte wanted to live in their master's house, and they couldn't decide not to let him live in it. Anyway, Georgiana was lying in the bathtub in the hostess' room on the second floor as if she was in a daze.

Roses were sprinkled in the warm water, just as a normal woman would expect, and scented candles were lit around, although they had to be lit because there was no electricity.

All of this can keep her away from the village in the deep mountains and old forests, and it can also keep her away from the unforgettable hatred.

Georgiana absolutely believed that if the blood purists knew that the Scavenger had appeared, they would never show mercy, and no one, man, woman, or child in that village would be able to leave alive.

Even if the British Ministry of Magic came forward, Maria would be imprisoned in Azkaban, and suffering in that place of destruction would be better than a clean end.

This is another reality in the wizarding world, and there is no room for relaxation, although she doesn't know if Maria's group has anything to do with the wizarding mercenaries in the United States.

The scavengers in the United States sell fellow wizards to make money, and they are profit-making mercenaries. If Maria and their organization are engaged in smuggling, then their goal of eliminating wizards is not to make money.

Maria puts herself on the side of justice, the light, and "power from heaven," and Georgiana wonders what Albus would do with someone like that.

The door of the bedroom opened suddenly, and she knew who was coming just by the sound of footsteps. She looked back at Bonaparte with dark gray eyes. He was still wearing the uniform of a colonel of the Chasseurs and the three-cornered hat, but they should have been changed It's not like it was covered in mud before.

Why did they go to the primeval forest, and it rained again, so it would be strange to ride a horse without splashing mud all over.

"Need me to ask the Archbishop to preside over Mass for you?" he asked.

"No!" Georgiana said immediately, "do you want me to be 'purified' too?"

He shook his head inexplicably.

"I know what black magic is, and I married a dark wizard." She said calmly, "If I were you, I should worry about what you would do when he came to your door. I'm fine, you don't have to worry I."

"I am used to danger, and I also know how to face the setbacks and difficulties in life." He said self-satisfied, "I will tell you a little secret, don't suffer yourself, try to make yourself happy."

"I love the tub and the hot water," she said with a smile. "You sprinkled roses."

"I thought the university was like the Sorbonne," said Bonaparte, looking out the window.

"I thought it was like Oxford or Cambridge." She scooped up a handful of water and let the water drip from between her fingers. "The city of Rouen is really amazing."

He didn't speak for a long time, and Georgiana continued to play with the water. The sound of the water was very pleasant, and she felt better.

"I figured out how to break the Methuen Treaty," she said.

"You can talk to me." But he said, "There is no rush on business."

"Sell wine as wine." She said self-sufficiently while playing with water, "It is mixed with cinchona powder, so it is said that the wine is added to improve the taste."

He listened quietly.

"If a line of defense is impenetrable, bypass it, and don't let Chapthal force the British side to break the treaty and make French and Portuguese wine tariffs equal."

"You think anyone will believe it?" he asked.

"Can you drink perfume?" She looked up at him.

He looked at her with worried eyes.

"Don't make yourself miserable, don't you?" she said with a smile. "You may think it would be fun for me to change clothes these two days, but there was no French official at the party yesterday. I don't think there is anything to do with that occasion of."

He didn't act very angry, as if he wanted to feel wronged for her.

So she stopped smiling.

"What can I do to please you?" he asked.

"Thank you for coming to save me. If you hadn't come, I might not have been able to hold on." She said calmly, "I have never understood why so many people yearn for longevity, and it is so tiring to live."

"Or I'll sing a song for you." He said suddenly.

She looked at him in disgust.

"Then what do you want?" He asked a little outrageously.

She wondered what would make her happy.

"I want to see the fireworks." She looked him in the eyes and said, "I want to see them across the strait."

He laughed and sat down on the edge of the tub, letting her head rest against him.

She didn't get the promise, but she didn't care anymore.

She breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes and fell asleep in the warm water.

She believed that even if she fell asleep, this guy would pick her out of the water to prevent her from drowning.

It was her gift to be able to sleep well so that she could not think about anything, and for someone like her, this was heaven.

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